Memory #118
Continuing on with the breaking bones (sounds like a television show lol) the next bone that I broke I believe was my finger? Maybe. Anyways this story is definitely a two parter type of story. One lovely Saturday when I was but a wee second grader my family had gotten invited to a birthday party of one of our family friends. I guess my father and brother drove in a separate car because I have no memory of them in this memory but anyways I remember driving up with my mom to this persons house. We both got out of the car and my mom started walking to the house. I don't remember how this next part happened but basically I got out of the car, closed the door and somehow I caught my finger in the door. It was another one of those moments where I hadn't instantly grasped the concept that my finger was in pain, so at first I just started at my finger in shock. Since my mom heard my door closed she locked her car and kept walking. Which is when I realized that my finger should not be shut in a car door, which is when I also started to panic. I reached to open the car door which was of course locked now. So I started screaming and my mom at first was annoyed to see the hold up, she then turned to look at me now confused. She eventually translated my panicked shrieks and unlocked the car door, rushing to my side.
After we got my hand out of the door, we again rushed to the hospital. I don't think my finger was completely broken but it definitely hurt and it was definitely not normal. Which is why I started teasing my mom that it was her fault that I got stuck in the car, because she locked me in with my finger still lodged in. My poor mother. Having to deal with a clumsy and dramatic child such as myself. I guess I made life interesting? Also I turned a nice Saturday where we were supposed to attend a party into a party at the ER all day. Sorry mom!
Love always,
Erom
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